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Lost outside the tunnel Lyrics by Aztec Camera
Lost outside the tunnel by Aztec Camera
I laughed until it got too dark.
Somewhere else her voice will bark.
Someone else will be involved.
Someone stronger still.
I'm lost here by myself, and lost outside myself
But we were not to blame, we're not the same.
I get up to get back down,
People's voices seem to drown me out
When I am in two minds.
Who could hide a love so blind?
I cared for you in our one dream,
A one way rush to what I'd seen.
A desert free from threats, mundane,
A tunnel for our love.
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